Before the feminine
Had in the feline
What kept as sweet company with.
And more so tranquil!
Bedded, if back of me.
If days not nightly.
Love-snug purrs, if unstroked too
And sleepy, heard still.
The copious serpents bedded the wolves and the sheepish grins so too unfolded the poker table is lit tonight, stripped table legs that oaken tonight, so left from the gambler were his life savings like Vegas unmatched the true course of daisies, and so darker hell-bent marble furl and regain consciousness so that we may too see the world.
Cat-like, though yet woke
Aware, infer.
Curtain-like, eyelids
Whilst they quiver.
Girl, of this daybreak;
The smiler's own.
As for this prospect
Through a kiss, blown.
In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair
In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.
In my latent wake,
Tend t'the petty posies
T'prop mine body
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.
24//8//25
Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary
Black backed in breachers
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation
Emulsification and hearty sniff of
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow
5//5//2025
Sunset on the boulevard,
the river's moon on rise;
Children tucked into their beds,
sleep heavy in the eyes.
The supper dishes are clean,
cattle are bedded down;
Radio's played the last song
and curtains are turned down.
All the village will now sleep
in peaceful country rest,
And they'll dream of coming days
when crops and stocks are blessed.
They'll awake as church bells ring
and gather, old and young;
When the sermon is finished,
Sunday's roast will be done.
Through the years changes occur,
seasons come, seasons go;
Often time the burning sun,
then freezing winds that blow.
Changes, too, throughout the young;
some will be college bound
While others are tied to soil,
on farms they will be found.
In small towns and on the farms
hands on hearts, flags unfurled;
That was when a man's handshake
was his word for the world.
Yet today so much remains
of yesterday's country,
Like steadfast values of life
that keep this land still free.
I have seen the peaks
Majestic mountains
Flaunting themselves
Before a diminutive sun
Watched a shadow
Snare the radiance of light
Stood before a Cathedral
Surrounded by truth’s beggars
Touched the hand of an infant
Reaching out in wonder
Felt the sting
Of doubt’s lash
The soothing balm
Of hope
Listened to the murmurings
Of monotony’s metaphor
Heard the herald
Of the hounds
The baying
Of baleful bastards
I have caressed
A soulless sunrise
Bedded down
A morose moon
Argued
With the stars
In the emptiness
Of a moment
"Charms"
Just when you think
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart
a million leagues
into her
you dive, want or not
into her ocean
there the ensconced
bedded siren shell calls
like some holy font
pearls all opening
you dive, want or not
into her
cool and fathomless
treasures contained and hidden
waiting in her
mysterious
Pandora’s box
the deeper sea
in her
calls you into her charms
transfixed
want, or not
mesmerised
Just when you think
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart
a million leagues
into her
you dive, want or not
Just when you think
you’ve worked it all out
the light splits it all apart
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
at Christmas, 2023
Birds bedded down. The cool air circulates.
Whispers of crickets. The black noise hushes.
Yawns give way to tears - the ducts erupting.
An autumnal wave crashes over me.
It’s obvious how seasons come and go,
as mom’s settled in purple urn - the ashes
keep; without incandescence in her sleep.
What lies.
What lies
Among beds of roses
The promises of spring
The ever-fragrant highs
What sighs
When its stems are clipped
Dropped into a vase
Far from azure skies
will it try
Wo shamelessly adorn
Bouquets, wilted petals stripped
Trimmed of dreaded thorns
Will it cry
Because it lack the worth
The beauty it once held
When it was bedded in the earth
Will it die
Forced unnaturally to graph
The flower in the urn may smile
But it will never laugh
You said I was your woman
that you wanted nothing more
then you lied and cheated
just like you did before
You loved me in the morning
then left me in the night
you bedded someone else
said she felt more right
You said you were my man
you Love me yet you stray
well let me tell you this
you can have her, them or they
Your insatiable desires
are really kind of dumb
you no longer live here
you low life piece of scum.
Within this summer dream
Housed and bedded
Willow-arched, willow-awned
Buzz of cares slay.
Whilst that, cruel-edged, afar
As hard, no more
For city's hive shapes it.
Faded away.
Bigger in my memory
smaller in my inclination
Regret a distant calling card
admonishing my name
Vacant in my recollection
bedded in my hopefulness
Joy a future invitation
—Heaven to proclaim
(Christmas Wishing: First Book Of Prayers- December, 2022)
Peter Perfect
lived his life
by the rules of
his darling wife,
who cleaned and swept
and cooked and fed him
and once a month
dutifully bedded him;
getting that chore
out of the way
but to add variety
varied the day.
Peter Perfect,
wanting more not less,
and wanting not
to cause her stress
met his lover three times
a week for sex and kissing
thus each provided what
the other was missing.
So in harmony
this modern Jack Spratt
left his wife the lean
while he ate the fat.
Only once he declared his love
And Ann ready for Christ above:
When will they try blind Cupid's glove;
Into each other's mouth food shove?
Only once he had Ann bedded
And then they joyfully wedded:
Some kind of connubide test-run;
Hardly-turn- down satanic fun...
Yet the sin that easily fades;
Not obvious in the hair Ann braids!
Only once he had Ann's cheeks snacked
But until now has the day marked,
As Ann's moves,since then,had been mapped,
Most of the times acting the trapped!.
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